04-11-2016, 03:41 PM
*CLACK*
The screen crackles to life once again, the film ‘burning away’ to reveal a familiar scene. A skeletal being, body aflame, stands about fifty yards away in front of the camera. The gash across the screen prevents the entity’s visage from being completely seen. Around the tattered edges of the display, colorful juggling pins held by ash grey hands twirl in excess. Were they to cease their everlasting pendulum motions, it is likely that all hell would break loose. That’s when Strazio realizes that this is being filmed from a first person perspective. The mage whips his head in the direction of the clacking sound. A couple rows down, kicked back in a ruined theater seat was yet another familiar sight. All that was visible was a couple of horns, a copious amount of tangled hair, and an odd, ancient looking remote controller aimed at the screen.
Without fair warning, the person behind the camera crumpled to his knees. Strazio only knew that the subject was male because of the constant, ever-present laughter. It was a creepy, sorrow-filled sound that grew louder as the film progressed. As the point of view slowly drifted to the ground, it becomes apparent that the camera man is wounded. Very apparent. The pins clatter to the ground, and grey fingers tentatively touch a heavily bleeding wound. They come back stained in deep violet. The wounded fighter pitches forward, hands flying to the tiled floor for feeble support.
That’s when the movie-goers get a good view of the person behind the camera.
On the tiled Nexus floor, a stray puddle has congealed, presumably caused by the destruction of the Fountain of Infinity. The reflection of a battered, beaten, grinning Gamzee is plainly visible. The poor alien coughs up a smattering of royal blood, causing a purple haze to swirl over the image portrayed in the puddle. Suddenly, two pools of dark orange flash true through the amethyst murk.
For a moment, the boy on screen just stares at his own reflection, mouth agape. From an audience’s perspective, the tear in the silver screen split the Capricorn’s face, perpendicular to the trio of scars that he adorned himself with. With a new-formed smile, the ever-present laughter erupting from the clown’s ruined visage degrades into a sickening hysteria, and an orange, darkened sepia filter is placed over the movie screen.
There is a blur of motion as the Movie Makara bolts upright, grabbing his dual weapons as he does so. With a furious half war cry, half cackle, he begins to shout death threat after death at the Harbinger, who was once again in his sights. This was not the Gamzee that Strazio had met at the fountain, nor was it even the unstoppable force of stupid that he faced in the coliseum. No, this was a different brand of insane entirely. Not much scared Strazio Rockwell, but this horror show was well on its way. This was not Gamzee Makara.
Or was it?
Electricity prances over the camera lense, and the crazed clown begins a shambling death march towards the towering monstrosity that is- or was, rather, the Harbinger.
Twenty yards away now.
The camera is stock still, focused on the fusion’s burning form. Gamzee is staring at it.
A low growl thrums over the hidden speakers in the theater. This low growl develops into a furious, primal yell, and as the camera starts to shift, as the first person Gamzee begins to sprint to his doom-
*CLACK*
The scene pauses. There’s a close up of the Harbinger’s burning skull, which is only slightly visible past the rip in the canvas. A club is poised ready to split his stupid cranium wide open.
Strazio has trouble tearing himself away from the scene. When he finally does, he starts down the aisle to the seat where he saw the real Gamzee, only to find that he is no longer there.
“Uh...Gamzee?” He calls out.
No response. Behind him, he hears the whooshing and creaking sound of a swinging door, and a ray of artificial light assaults his peripheral vision. Brimming with more questions than answers, the mage takes off, unsure of where the door will even lead. Not much makes sense in this world.
The screen crackles to life once again, the film ‘burning away’ to reveal a familiar scene. A skeletal being, body aflame, stands about fifty yards away in front of the camera. The gash across the screen prevents the entity’s visage from being completely seen. Around the tattered edges of the display, colorful juggling pins held by ash grey hands twirl in excess. Were they to cease their everlasting pendulum motions, it is likely that all hell would break loose. That’s when Strazio realizes that this is being filmed from a first person perspective. The mage whips his head in the direction of the clacking sound. A couple rows down, kicked back in a ruined theater seat was yet another familiar sight. All that was visible was a couple of horns, a copious amount of tangled hair, and an odd, ancient looking remote controller aimed at the screen.
Without fair warning, the person behind the camera crumpled to his knees. Strazio only knew that the subject was male because of the constant, ever-present laughter. It was a creepy, sorrow-filled sound that grew louder as the film progressed. As the point of view slowly drifted to the ground, it becomes apparent that the camera man is wounded. Very apparent. The pins clatter to the ground, and grey fingers tentatively touch a heavily bleeding wound. They come back stained in deep violet. The wounded fighter pitches forward, hands flying to the tiled floor for feeble support.
That’s when the movie-goers get a good view of the person behind the camera.
On the tiled Nexus floor, a stray puddle has congealed, presumably caused by the destruction of the Fountain of Infinity. The reflection of a battered, beaten, grinning Gamzee is plainly visible. The poor alien coughs up a smattering of royal blood, causing a purple haze to swirl over the image portrayed in the puddle. Suddenly, two pools of dark orange flash true through the amethyst murk.
For a moment, the boy on screen just stares at his own reflection, mouth agape. From an audience’s perspective, the tear in the silver screen split the Capricorn’s face, perpendicular to the trio of scars that he adorned himself with. With a new-formed smile, the ever-present laughter erupting from the clown’s ruined visage degrades into a sickening hysteria, and an orange, darkened sepia filter is placed over the movie screen.
There is a blur of motion as the Movie Makara bolts upright, grabbing his dual weapons as he does so. With a furious half war cry, half cackle, he begins to shout death threat after death at the Harbinger, who was once again in his sights. This was not the Gamzee that Strazio had met at the fountain, nor was it even the unstoppable force of stupid that he faced in the coliseum. No, this was a different brand of insane entirely. Not much scared Strazio Rockwell, but this horror show was well on its way. This was not Gamzee Makara.
Or was it?
Electricity prances over the camera lense, and the crazed clown begins a shambling death march towards the towering monstrosity that is- or was, rather, the Harbinger.
Twenty yards away now.
The camera is stock still, focused on the fusion’s burning form. Gamzee is staring at it.
A low growl thrums over the hidden speakers in the theater. This low growl develops into a furious, primal yell, and as the camera starts to shift, as the first person Gamzee begins to sprint to his doom-
*CLACK*
The scene pauses. There’s a close up of the Harbinger’s burning skull, which is only slightly visible past the rip in the canvas. A club is poised ready to split his stupid cranium wide open.
Strazio has trouble tearing himself away from the scene. When he finally does, he starts down the aisle to the seat where he saw the real Gamzee, only to find that he is no longer there.
“Uh...Gamzee?” He calls out.
No response. Behind him, he hears the whooshing and creaking sound of a swinging door, and a ray of artificial light assaults his peripheral vision. Brimming with more questions than answers, the mage takes off, unsure of where the door will even lead. Not much makes sense in this world.
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